Free The Elite (Selection) by Kiera Cass Page B

couldn’t.
    My maids didn’t knock when they came in, which was typical. They always tried to let me rest as long as I could, and after the party, I certainly needed it. But instead of going to prep things, Mary went around to May and gently rubbed her shoulder to wake her.
    I rolled over to see Anne and Lucy with a garment bag. A new dress?
    “Miss May,” Mary whispered, “it’s time to get up.”
    May slowly roused. “Can’t I sleep?”
    “No,” Mary said sadly. “There’s some important business this morning. You need to go to your parents right away.”
    “Important business?” I asked. “What’s going on?”
    Mary looked to Anne, and I followed her eyes. Anne shook her head, and that seemed to be the end of it.
    Confused but hopeful, I got out of bed, encouraging May to do the same. I gave her a big hug before she went to Mom and Dad’s room.
    Once she left, I turned back to my maids. “Can you explain now that she’s gone?” I asked Anne. She shook her head. Frustrated, I huffed. “Would it help if I commanded you to tell?”
    She looked at me, a clear solemnity in her eyes. “Our orders come from much higher. You’ll have to wait.”
    I stood at the door to my bathroom and watched them move. Lucy’s hands were shaking as she pulled out fistfuls of rose petals for my bath, and Mary’s eyebrows were knit together as she lined up my makeup and the pins for my hair. Lucy sometimes trembled for no reason at all, and Mary tended to do that with her face when she was concentrating. It was Anne’s look that made me scared.
    She was always put together, even in the most frightening and taxing of situations, but today she looked as if her body was full of sand, her whole frame low with worry. She kept stopping and rubbing her forehead as if she could smooth away the anxiety in her face.
    I looked on as she pulled my dress out of the garment bag. It was understated, simple … and jet-black. I looked at that dress and knew it could only mean one thing. I started crying before I even knew who I was mourning.
    “Miss?” Mary came to help me.
    “Who died?” I asked. “Who died?”
    Anne, steady as ever, pulled me upright and wiped the tears from under my eyes.
    “No one has died,” she said. But her voice wasn’t comforting; it was commanding. “Be grateful for that when this is all over. No one died today.”
    She gave me no further explanation and sent me straight to my bath. Lucy tried to keep herself under control; but when she finally broke into tears, Anne asked her to go get me something light to eat, and she jumped on the command obediently. She didn’t even curtsy as she left.
    Lucy eventually returned with some croissants and apple slices. I wanted to sit and eat slowly, stretching out my time, but one bite was all it took for me to know that food was not my friend today.
    Finally Anne placed my name pin on my chest, the silver shining beautifully against the black of my dress. There was nothing left for me to do but face this unimaginable fate.
    I opened my door but found myself frozen. Turning back to my maids, I breathed out my fear. “I’m scared.”
    Anne put her hands on my shoulders and spoke. “You are a lady now, miss. You must handle this like a lady.”
    I gave a small nod as she released me, unclenched my hands from the door, and walked away. I wish I could have said my head was high; but honestly, lady or not, I was terrified.
    To my immense surprise, when I reached the foyer, the rest of the girls were waiting, all wearing dresses and expressions similar to my own. A wave of relief hit me. I wasn’t in trouble. If anything, we all were, so at least I wouldn’t be going through whatever this was alone.
    “There’s the fifth,” a guard said to his counterpart. “Follow us, ladies.”
    Fifth? No, that wasn’t right. It was six. As we walked down the stairs, I quickly scanned the girls. The guard was right. Only five. Marlee wasn’t here.
    My first thought was that